If you’re new around here, confessions is a time for us to all unburden ourselves of the silliness we’re feeling at the moment. I share dumb things, then you share dumb things, and we all have a better day because of it.
Let’s get started!
I want to find the child who got Jack interested in Pokemon again and I want them grounded for life. He’s been totally off Pokemon since third grade, and then all of a sudden, he started to care again.
And now it is back to me having to listen to all the stats for Squirtle, blerck chirip, farky mcsnippy, and who the eff cares what their names are. GROUNDED FOR LIFE.
Have you ever heard the term “nice cream” used as a cutesy name for vegan ice cream? I seriously do not understand the name. The ICE part of the term “ice cream” is not the part that someone who doesn’t consume dairy would have an issue with. It’s THE CREAM. 🙂
And yes, the alliteration of “nice” and “cream” makes it sound pleasant. I get that. But have we ever stopped to actually think about the term that seems to have taken Pinterest by storm?
I’m not knocking vegan ice cream by any means. I ate a bunch of it when I was dairy-free while nursing my oldest, AND I have an incredible homemade version (related: Chocolate Vegan Ice Cream). But c’mon. Let’s get call things by names that make sense.
Hearing any song by the band Sublime on the radio offends me. Their music is CRAP.
Bennett has been into Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles lately, and something from the theme song has me stumped. You know the “turtles in a half-shell” part of the song?
WHAT TURTLES ARE IN FULL SHELLS???? These are the things that keep me awake at night. I can name one of the wrinkles on my forehead “random things to worry about”.
I’ve found that I sleep better with some noise, and lately, that means listening to a podcast. I listen to it with one earbud in and it’s quiet enough to where I can hear the kids but also helps dull the sound of Troy snoring.
I’m using the generic Apple earbuds with the cord and they’re a giant PITA. I wish I could get just one air pod. I think Apple could market it as either an “iSnore” or “Snorepod”.
And yes, I actually do have some great Bluetooth earbuds, but they still have a cord and I’m worried the batteries will die and I can’t use them for my walks in the morning.
Nothing annoys me more than being in a public bathroom where the main door pulls IN and they only have hand dryers instead of paper towels. Do you know how absolutely disgusting those door handles are? How are bathrooms able to be approved through zoning if they don’t open OUT? At least give me that little kickstand thingy I can use to open the door with my toe.
There is a very nice young cashier at a place where we shop at frequently. She is easily 15 years younger than me but still calls me “hon”. I mean, don’t call me ma’am, but “hon” or “honey”? No!
Ok, friends, your turn! What do you need to confess?